Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.